didn't submit for you
provoke a need for me
feel for me
respect me
or even love me
these underlying side effects
which redirect the way we see
occasionally leave us at sea
sting like bees
we're the honey
playing in blood money
starving for affection and attention
not to mention our apprehension
the constant tension, holding us
cradling like we need an intervention
becoming so dumb in love
boxing, take the gloves
had enough
unfortunately, when things get rough
don't run, understand
does the door need to shut?